The End [poem] by Ellen P. Bloomenstein

We broke the story
and everything fell down
in pieces. We landed on
opposite ends of the fairy tale.
It was everything but
little the heartbreak—
little the sorrow—
little the good-bye.

It was ever so promising
before the evening came
and I admitted everything
and came up with my empty hands.


Image of 1930s Switchboard Operator

[Refer: This poem put the editors in mind of Christie Wilson’s story “Summer Reading.”]

Image by Alan Turkus

Ellen Bloomenstein is currently the writer-in-residence in her own apartment working as a copywriter for She crafts product descriptions for everything from Fine Jewelry to Ready-to-Wear, Men’s, Kid’s and more. She earned an MFA in poetry and fiction from the New School and has an undergraduate degree from Skidmore in Fine Art. Bloomenstein’s poems and stories have appeared in Zeek Magazine, Good Foot, Sonora Review, Rosebud, Pig Iron Press and recently in a catalog, Negative Space. She has also self-published a novel and novella.